Joe Russell, a New York press agent, has achieved some local fame for usually being the first to escort the latest young innocent beaut in town.
We investigated to find out how he got them and learned that he made a practice of haunting the bus terminals and talking to the pretty ones who alighted.
He asked them if they came to get in show business and usually got an affirmative answer. Then he offered to help them, and sometimes did, but not before he had a chance to show them off before the wolves at the hot spots.
Many of these gals advanced; a few are stars.
When the others discovered his racket, some of them, too, began haunting bus stations. Our enterprising friend again jumped the gun.
He began going to Philadelphia, where he boarded a northbound bus from the deep south. It's 100 miles from Philly to New York. Joe is a fast worker. Before the bus reached Newark, he had the names of all the likely squabs.
O.K. So you're in New York now. If you came by plane, the airline limousine will transport you to the center of the city. Smart guys take a cab from the airport. It's faster, and it's as cheap or cheaper if two or more are riding. But if you arrived by train, you'll face your first major problem trying to get a cab at Grand Central or Pennsylvania Terminal.
(INSIDE STUFF: New York cabs are permitted to carry no more than one party and no more than six passengers.)
Your redcap will be of great assistance, but you must let him know in advance that you'll take care of him liberally if he puts you in a cab.